[B]Real name: [/B]

William Kaplan

[B]Alias: [/B]

Wiccan

[B]Age: [/B]

16

[B]Appearance/Costume: [/B]

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[B]Abilities: [/B]

[I]Electrokinesis[/I]

The first manifestation of his mutant powers, Billy is able to project electricity through various means with his body, mostly as lightning. It can be discharged through his palms or other parts of his body and can also be coupled with his magic.

[I]Chaos Magic/Reality Warping[/I]

The extent of Billy's magic is unknown and his lack of confidence often suppresses the true nature of his powers, but in basic form, Billy is able to manipulate chaos magic to warp reality in any way he deems necessary. He does this through self-taught incantation, in which he wills what he wants through words. At the moment, Billy doesn't necessarily know the limits of his abilities, but so far he's been able to construct objects, change situations, heal people, enhance others and himself, and finally to harm others. However, if Billy were to lose control through any kind of outburst, it could create negative effects and potential bring great harm to others through subconscious thoughts that he wills into reality. It goes both ways, though, and during times in which he is greatly stressed or lacks the will to take a certain action, then his magic either ceases to work in that instance, or is greatly unaffected. Examples of such is being unwilling to teleport out of sticky situation and potentially leaving an ally behind, thus rendering him unable to do such.

But, again, Billy's magic is largely unknown to him and he is still exploring the possibilities and uses of it. However, he subconsciously restricts himself for fear of what he could potential do with it. If finally tapped into, his powers could potentially span into infinite possibilities and potentially be as strong as the Scarlet Witch's own reality warping or to the effect make him an equal to that of Dr. Strange's magical prowess. He lacks experience and the confidence to further himself, though, and is often stuck doubting himself so much that he brings unneeded stress onto himself and can often render his powers near useless.

[B]Brief bio:[/B]

Born Feburary 2nd, 1998 at 10:44 pm to a Jeff and Rebecca Kaplan, William Kaplan was brought up in a Jewish household, with very, very loving parents. At a young age, Billy had taken a great liking to the heroes of old and new, often begging his parents for enough money to buy the latest comics, of which he'd lock himself in his room for long hours to read and reread each and every bit of whatever he could get his hands on. Both his parents nurtured this love of heroes and fantasy that Billy dove into, giving him everything he could want and making sure he was the happiest child in the world. At such a young age, this affirmed their unending love for their boy and when he came home from his first day at school, with a black eye and his newest edition of Captain America torn and muddied, they were at a lost as to what to do. And even then, they somehow knew he was different from the rest of the kids, but their deep love for him stopped their immediate thoughts of suppressing his lack of normalcy. But, they couldn't leave their son to become the prey of bullies, so they moved him around a lot, kept him happy when he was home and made sure he knew that he had people who accepted and loved him for who he was. Even then, though, Billy had his doubts.

He knew he was different from the other kids. The other kids knew he was different from them. Hell, his parents knew he was different.

But the differences didn't stop there and they never would.

At a young age, it was evident that Billy had a deep love for those of the same sex; his parents could see that. In the way he favored his action figures and the way he would treat them differently than other boys would. He took care of them in ways that a regular boy wouldn't. He didn't have the childish crushes that other boys did. He'd stare too long and too wide-eyed at the boys he fancied or the posters of uber-masculine Captain America or Superman. And his parents nurtured that without him knowing, accepted it before it even became evident to himself. And worried for his well-being even more so than before. Billy would find someone, they were sure of it, but they weren't quite sure if he'd last long enough to find that one soul who would accept him for everything, inside and out. It was morbid of parents to think that—it shocked them to even have thought that. But, Billy was already tormented by his peers, he was already being broken in by society and told the way he thought wasn't accepted. Add onto that being gay? That would utterly crush him and oppress him and the loathing of his friends, possibly family, would be his utter demise.

It wasn't until before middle school did Billy find this out. That his indifference to girls wasn't just a product of them not showing him affection, but of his own desire and attraction to his male peers. P.E. became a hazard. His own body turned against him in the worst of situations. And the bullying didn't stop either. Somehow, he knew that should he come out with this, they'd be even more vicious, even more relentless in their torture. But, in all his turmoil, he found someone he could finally trust or that he fancied so much that he forced himself to trust him. A John Kesler, a soon-to-be jock kid that hit puberty with an abnormally good stride. He was absolutely dreamy and that was probably his crotch talking. So, naturally he came out to him first and was shocked at the outcome, though he knew deep down inside he shouldn't have been.

His one friend, one confidant, one ally turned against him. He told him that he felt the same, that his secret was safe with him. And Billy trusted him, to the extent that he found himself in alone, with him, in the locker room possibly and for the first time getting what he wanted from the world. Until, of course, the rest of the student male body jumped the corner with cameras and slurs, Kesler joining in on the onslaught. And he was ruined. He was utterly demolished. It didn't stop there; the boys were came down upon him, fists flying, his blood coating the tile floors. Words like faggot and queer being muffled by a deep ringing in his ears and by something else. Actually, the fists ceased, Billy thinking the pain was beginning to numb the blows and that their screaming was his own lungs bursting.

But, no, they were all convulsing on the floor of the locker room, as if they somehow succumbed to some kind of illness and broke out in seizures. The nearest one, the boy who started it all, was obviously in the worst condition—he could only see the white of his eyes in his already blurred vision. That's when he ran, possibly in fear that he'd be considered a murderer, though none of them died. His thoughts were reeling then, clouded with questions and he almost didn't see the figure stopped in front of him, the figure that he rammed into and that subsequently knocked him on his ass.

The dark haired woman simply smiled, or at least he thought she did, and picked him up. Then, she proceeded to tell him a story as she sat him down, coaxed him into a relaxed state until he finally fell asleep on her lap. It was the strangest, oddest thing that had ever happened to him. Well, that whole day was a huge conundrum that all just seemed like a dream. He even woke up in his bed the next morning. The wounds that he'd suffered the previous day were all but gone, but what reaffirmed the feeling that everything that happened was real, was the mint condition comic book on his nightstand with a message on the cover and a signature.

'The world will never want to understand you, that's the ugly truth. But, you are special, Billy, so stay standing because your future is brighter than you can imagine.'
-The Scarlet Witch

It sent a deep pang from his chest to the rest of his body, and effectively inspired him to become what he idolized, or at least try to. From then on, Billy trained himself and his mutant powers. He conditioned himself, honed his skills, stood up for himself even. Billy had a mission and a goal he set past even the stars. But, in all his training and all his learning, he kept everything a secret. He locked everything inside himself, for no one to see. And his parents saw this in his reclusive nature. They'd drop hints that they knew, but he'd not take them up, finally convincing himself that they'd never know and that if they did, they'd hate him forever. He was the child parents never wanted, a freak of a mutant, and a homosexual.

But this didn't stop him furthering his own goal and he eventually came upon something new, something strange. His parents had grounded him that night for sneaking out and doing God know's what. In a fit of teenage rage, he had found himself screaming out a desire, a hope, a wish in his locked room, angry at his parents. He shut his eyes tight, slammed his face into a pillow and willed himself anywhere else but there. And that's where he ended up: somewhere in the Justice League HQ, face planted into the cold hard floor and at a loss for words. Of course, being the smart kid he was, Billy caught on quick and immediately wished to go home. Seconds later, he founds himself once again in his familiar room, coated from top to bottom in mint condition comic books, action figures, books, and posters. He had more than his electrical powers and even then he somehow knew the potential dangers of it.

What if he willed his parents to die, instead?

That couldn't happen. It was then that he subconsciously locked it inside, suppressed it to a minimal amount and an amount in which he could tangibly control. But regardless, he grew with what little potential he gave himself and became strong enough to fend for himself. However, Billy was scared, afraid of what he could possibly do should he lose control. And he left his parents the moment he could and found himself attempting to become what he always hoped and dreamed of.

[B]Other:[/B]

He thought the name Asgardian would be a cool fit for what he wears... but realized that being gay would kind of turn that into a running joke. Deciding it was best not to go with that name, he stuck with Wiccan.

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Sorry it's so damn long... @_@ But, there's Wiccan. I hope he's awesome and good and stuff like that. And all that. I'll change anything that sounds weird or out of place, though, definitely.